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Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.
Francis Beaumont
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Francis Beaumont
Age: 31 †
Born: 1584
Born: January 1
Died: 1615
Died: March 6
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Leicestershire
England
Francis Beaumont the Younger
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There is a method in man's wickedness it grows up by degrees.
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But what is past my help is past my care.
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The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy.
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Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger.
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Kiss till the cow comes home.
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All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars.
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The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much.
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Those have most power to hurt us, that we love.
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Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation.
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My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou art god, and I a wretched creature: I have sinn'd but be thou merciful, and grant that yet I may enjoy what thou wilt have me love!
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Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
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